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Utterly pointless post
May. 4th, 2003 08:52 amLJ cut this buddy – at least unlike your fucking pictures and quizzes I actually wrote this!
I'm at work hoo-fucking-rah. This seemed like a good and fun idea at one point in time, now I just know I'm at work instead of running, cleaning my house, masturbating, shaving, lifting weights, lying in bed with the window open, but I have no choice but to be here.
I'm nuts. I went out with a girl yesterday who is cute, intelligent, very nice, and has her shit 100% together. I was getting some weird vibes from her, and this was the first time we spent time alone (she's LJ free, hence the post). I was happy to find no hitting-on, come-on, or other date like overtures. I went, but was terrified this might be some sort of date. I once joked about going gay celebate - now it's an actual practice. Nobody seems worth all the bother of dating, and I just don't feel like emotions are worth the risk anyway. Friends are tough enough, throw in fucking and it's just messy.
I went to Dollhouse dressed in clothes I could fight in, nearly dressing preppie for dealing with police. As it was I skipped rings and didn't touch a single sip of drink (bad stuff in court). Only when I mentioned to someone that I was all about beating the shit out of LJ trolls and had told them where I'd be, and they said oh thanx for bringing that shit to MY club, did I realize that is of course a liability. I'm still thinking ass-kicking in the unreported 20 year old way.
After I realized being a twit was not in most people's best interest, and that no known LJ trolls were in attendance, I gave in to drinking. I didn't really feel like it, but when I was talking to someone they handed me an altoid. I said thanx, but I just brushed my teeth a while ago. He repeated the offer and mentioned that garlic isn’t in the mouth, it’s in the gut. I was floored – I had specifically gone light on the sauce 3 hours earlier when I had diner, had used mouthwash-flossed-brushed before leaving the house. Wow. I had absolut-mandarin / coke (super-size) as the best foreseeable breath mint after the altoid. I just wonder how often that was the breath du jour and I had no idea. There’s an ugly way to be single and annoying to friends. Conversation reeking of food you didn’t eat is pretty nasty.
One of my ecosphere shrimp molted. At first I thought it was transparent...caffeine is your friend. His cool shell hung from a branch for a while, but it was either eaten of fell for I can’t see it anymore.
I find I really don’t like rap. Sure the guys have great bodies and all, but talking while music plays in the background, with your thuggee buddies posing on and around the stage is just lame. There are so many talented musicians out there…then again I always listen to cheesy dance music. I feel like I should buy independent small-label music the same way others contribute to PBS. I don’t really want to hear it, but like art I don’t view I feel it’s good to be out there.
Selling my condo only pulls in…well it’s nice but not what I was hoping for once the expenses are worked in. If I really want quick cash I’m thinking crack dealing and whoring myself.
I'm at work hoo-fucking-rah. This seemed like a good and fun idea at one point in time, now I just know I'm at work instead of running, cleaning my house, masturbating, shaving, lifting weights, lying in bed with the window open, but I have no choice but to be here.
I'm nuts. I went out with a girl yesterday who is cute, intelligent, very nice, and has her shit 100% together. I was getting some weird vibes from her, and this was the first time we spent time alone (she's LJ free, hence the post). I was happy to find no hitting-on, come-on, or other date like overtures. I went, but was terrified this might be some sort of date. I once joked about going gay celebate - now it's an actual practice. Nobody seems worth all the bother of dating, and I just don't feel like emotions are worth the risk anyway. Friends are tough enough, throw in fucking and it's just messy.
I went to Dollhouse dressed in clothes I could fight in, nearly dressing preppie for dealing with police. As it was I skipped rings and didn't touch a single sip of drink (bad stuff in court). Only when I mentioned to someone that I was all about beating the shit out of LJ trolls and had told them where I'd be, and they said oh thanx for bringing that shit to MY club, did I realize that is of course a liability. I'm still thinking ass-kicking in the unreported 20 year old way.
After I realized being a twit was not in most people's best interest, and that no known LJ trolls were in attendance, I gave in to drinking. I didn't really feel like it, but when I was talking to someone they handed me an altoid. I said thanx, but I just brushed my teeth a while ago. He repeated the offer and mentioned that garlic isn’t in the mouth, it’s in the gut. I was floored – I had specifically gone light on the sauce 3 hours earlier when I had diner, had used mouthwash-flossed-brushed before leaving the house. Wow. I had absolut-mandarin / coke (super-size) as the best foreseeable breath mint after the altoid. I just wonder how often that was the breath du jour and I had no idea. There’s an ugly way to be single and annoying to friends. Conversation reeking of food you didn’t eat is pretty nasty.
One of my ecosphere shrimp molted. At first I thought it was transparent...caffeine is your friend. His cool shell hung from a branch for a while, but it was either eaten of fell for I can’t see it anymore.
I find I really don’t like rap. Sure the guys have great bodies and all, but talking while music plays in the background, with your thuggee buddies posing on and around the stage is just lame. There are so many talented musicians out there…then again I always listen to cheesy dance music. I feel like I should buy independent small-label music the same way others contribute to PBS. I don’t really want to hear it, but like art I don’t view I feel it’s good to be out there.
Selling my condo only pulls in…well it’s nice but not what I was hoping for once the expenses are worked in. If I really want quick cash I’m thinking crack dealing and whoring myself.
